we shall give space for Rumer Godden to speak – and illustrate some of her words with our own vision of the world.
it feels as if Rumer Godden has been staying with us for a few weeks while we read the 2nd part of her autobiography -
when we left this morning at 06:50 hours to meet a friend who lives on the next street it was still misty and the sun had not yet blown away the marine layer – we walked together through the still-quiet streets and talked about his summer on a mystical island and caught up with everything that has happened in both our lives and that wanted to be brought out into the sunlight and examined and mused over and put away in a new place with a sigh of satisfaction and then we stopped and drank coffee and the sun became hot, suddenly, and we walked back, slower than before, in the emerging heat of day.
but when we used the key to get back into the building and walk up the back stairs (past the swimming pool and over the car port) and into the apartment -
r u m e r g o d d e n had left.
sadly bereft, we feel.
and yet glad she came to stay.
but all is not lost – Rumer is forever present in the midst of the tangles of the electronic impulses that underpin the interweb – can you see this Transmission in your Territory?
what *did* we do until the interweb came along? – writers were left inside their books – but now we can hear them (*shivers*) forever.
the Library has Requested Rumer’s return (we wonder who has asked for her next).
luckily they sent us an email (so Modern, as William would say) and told us they have a Huge Pile of books awaiting us.
isn’t life delicious?